Everyone Abandoned The Ugly Alien Princess To DIE Until a Human Medic Saved Her And Used Her For Pleasure
The desolate planes of Ziloria stretched endlessly, a battlefield scarred by craters and the remnants of alien machinery. Smoke hung thick in the air, and the ground was littered with bodies, soldiers of various species who had fallen in yet another futile clash for territorial dominance. The planet's natural beauty had long been replaced by destruction and despair. Carter Jones, a seasoned human field medic, moved through the carnage with grim determination. His gear was worn but functional, his every step marked by the metallic hum of his expos suit. He worked tirelessly, patching up wounds, stabilizing the injured, and ensuring as many lives were saved as possible. To him, species allegiance or appearance didn't matter. He was here to save anyone who still clung to life.
Jones crackled a voice over his calms. It was Sergeant Vere, his squad leader, got a casualty in sector four, looks like a lost cause. Priority Zero, don't waste your time. Carter paused his brow furrowing. Priority Zero meant the injured was deemed unsalageable. Most medics would have skipped it, moving on to cases with better odds. But Carter wasn't. Most medics understood. He replied. Terse. Already turning toward the coordinates. The location was on the outskirts of the battlefield, near a cluster of jagged rock formations. The silence here was unnerving, broken only by the distant rumble of artillery. Carter activated his scanner following the faint life signs until he found the source. At first, he thought it was a corpse. The figure lay crumpled on the ground, its body twisted unnaturally, its mottled, grayish scales were dulled and cracked, its limbs limp. But as he knelt beside it, his scanner confirmed a faint pulse. Still alive. Carter muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief. The creature was unlike anything he had seen before.
Its elongated limbs and delicate features were distorted as if by disease or injury. The being's face, framed by brittle tendrils, bore a haunting beauty marred by whatever had brought it to this state.
Despite its alienness, there was something profoundly human in its fragility hang On. Carter said softly opening his Medak kit. I've Got you. Carter worked quickly, his hands steady. Despite the growing unease in his chest. The creature's wounds were deep, its body riddled with strange lesions that glowed faintly in the dim light. It didn't respond, as he applied Biogel to the injuries or injected a stabilizer serum to regulate its erratic vitals. He studied the creature's features as he worked. It was taller than a human, but emaciated its frame, suggesting onceelegant proportions now reduced to frailty. Its cracked scales shimmer, faintly hinting at a beauty that had been tarnished by suffering.
As Carter prepared a hydration line, the creature stirred, emitting a faint melodic sound. Its eyes fluttered, open, large, luminous, and filled with a mix of fear and confusion. For a moment, their gazes locked and Carter saw something he hadn't expected, intelligence. You're okay, he said, gently unsure if it understood his words, I'm here to help. The alien tried to speak, its voice a soft musical whisper, but the words were unintelligible. It reached out weakly, its clawed fingers brushing against his arm. The gesture, though feeble, conveyed a desperate plea for help. Before Carter could respond, his calms crackled again. Jones, what's your status?
You're wasting time out there. He hesitated, glancing back at the alien. It was barely holding on, and the effort to save it would likely draw scruty from his superiors. The pragmatic choice was clear, leave it and move on. But Carter wasn't built for pragmatism. When it came to life, I've got a patient, he said. Finally, his voice firm. I'm stabilizing them now. Priority Zero means Priority Zero. Vere snapped, move out. Carter cut the commas, his jaw tightening. Not this time, he muttered under his breath. As he finished treating the worst of the injuries, he carefully lifted the alien into his arms.
It was surprisingly light, its body almost weightless. The being made a soft sound halfway between a sigh and a hum, as if relieved by his touch. You're going to be okay. Carter said more to himself than to the alien. I'll make sure of it. He carried the alien back toward the field hospital, ignoring the curious stares of soldiers and medics. As he passed, the murmurs started immediately, whispers of disdain and confusion about why a human medic would waste his time on something so strange, so broken. Butcarter didn't care. As the alien's faint hum resonated softly in his arms, he knew he had made the right choice.
The field hospital was a ramshackle assembly of tents and prefabricated structures, its inhabitants an eclectic mix of wounded soldiers, overworked medics, and grim-faced officers. Carter's arrival with the alien drew immediate attention, conversations hushed and heads turned as he carried the frail figure into the triage area. What in the void is that the nurse muttered, stepping back in both curiosity and alarm. It's a patient. Carter replied curtly, his tone leaving no room for argument. He gently laid the alien on an empty cot and began securing an IV line for hydration. Dr. Alaria Kovvik, the senior medic and carter's immediate superior, arrived moments later, her sharp eyes narrowing at the sight of the alien Carter. She began her voice low and stern. What are you doing? Saving her life. Carter said. Without looking up, he adjusted the alien's position, ensuring her breathing remain steady. Kovvi folded her arms. Do you have any idea what you're dealing with.
We don't even know if that thing is contagious or hostile. You've jeopardized this entire camp. Carter finally met her gaze, his expression unyielding. I ran a full bioscann no pathogens, no threats, she's injured, not dangerous. Shu Kovvi echoed, arching a brow. So it's a her now, yes. Carter said firmly. She's not just something to be discarded, kovvi sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. You've got 12 hours. Carter, if she's not stable or if there's the slightest risk she's out, understood, understood. Carter said. Already turning back to his work, the alien stirred as Carter administered more biogelel to her wounds, her eyes opened again, those luminous orbs filled with a mixture of fear and curiosity. She watched him intently, her gaze following every movement of his hands. You're safe now. Carter said softly. Unsure if she understood no one's going to hurt you. The alien made a faint sound, a series of melodic hums that seemed almost like a language. Carter frowned, unsure how to respond.
He activated a portable translator from his kit, calibrating it to her vocal range. After a few attempts, the device began to interpret her sounds Where am I? The translated voice said. Soft and trembling, carter smiled, relieved to make some progress. You're in a medical camp. I'm Carter. I found you. On the battlefield. The alien blinked slowly, her gaze unfocused. Carter. I am Larala. Her voice, even through the translator, carried a regal undertone. Despite her weakened state. Lorala Carter repeated, testing the name it's good to meet you. She studied him for a moment. Her expression unraidable.
Why did you help me? I was left for dead, forgotten. Carter paused his hands, stilling because no one deserves to be abandoned, not when I can help. For the first time, loralla's gaze softened, her cracked, dull scale seemed to shimmer faintly in the dim light, as if responding to his words. Over the next few hours. Carter stayed by larala's side, monitoring her vitals and adjusting her treatment as needed. Despite her injuries, she began to regain strength, her voice growing steadier with each passing moment.
You are different. Laralla said. Suddenly, her luminous eyes locked on his. Carter chuckled softly. I get that a lot. No, she insisted her tone serious. You're kind humans. You care, even for those, not your own. It's called compassion. Carter said, shrugging. It's not just a human thing, though at least it shouldn't be. Larala was silent for a moment before speaking again. You saved me. Knowing what I am, what you are doesn't matter to me, carter replied. You needed help. Lorala, hesitated, then spoke softly. I am was Princess Ofarinth, my people. They turned on me. Carter's brow, furrowed, turned on you why she gestured weakly to her body. This form a curse, a poison meant to destroy me to make me unworthy. Carter's jaw tightened. He had heard stories of political betrayals and royal intrigues, but seeing it firsthand stirred a deep anger within him.
Who did this to you? My Uncle Luella said, her voice trembling. He feared my ascension. He used an ancient toxin to disfigure me to strip me of my claim. My people abandoned me, left me to die. Carter shook his head. His anger barely contained.
That's barbaric. You didn't deserve this. Laralla's gaze softened, and for the first time she smiled faintly, and yet you found me. As the night deepened. Carter stepped outside the tent to clear his mind. The camp was quiet now, save for the distant hum of machinery and the occasional murmurs of soldiers. On patrol, he leaned against a supply crate, his thoughts swirling. Why do you always make things difficult? Dr. Kovvik's voice broke the silence. Carter turned to see her approaching her expression, a mix of frustration and begrudgingly respect someone has to. Carter replied, his tone light but firm. Kovvic sighed, she's stable for now, but you've drawn attention. Carter, the Higherups will ask questions. Let them. Carter said, I'll answer. Kovvi studied him for a moment, then nodded, you've always been stubborn. Just don't get yourself killed over this.
Let them. Carter said, I'll answer. Kovvik studied him for a moment, then nodded, you've always been stubborn, just don't get yourself killed over this. As she walked away. Carter returned to the tent, finding Laralla awake and watching him her days held something new. Gratitude, perhaps, or a glimmer of hope. You're not alone anymore. Carter said, sitting beside her, whatever happens, I'll stand by you. Larala's smile widened slightly, her scales shimmering faintly once more. Perhaps not all is lost, and in that quiet moment, amidst the ruins of war and the weight of their shared struggles, a fragile bond began to form, one that would soon change both their lives forever. The peace within the medical camp didn't last long. Whispers of laralla's identity spread quickly, drawing the attention of soldiers, officers, and even the Federation commanders who oversaw the battlefield. A royal heir, deformed, poisoned, and abandoned, was a tantalizing piece of leverage for anyone looking to curry favor with Thearinthian throne.
Carter noticed the shift in the camp's atmosphere. Soldiers who had previously ignored him now watched him with thinly veiled suspicion. Loralla, still weak but recovering, seemed to sense it too. Her once faint glow dimmed further as fear took hold. You've risked too much, she said one evening, her voice quiet but urgent. If they learn what I am, they'll use me. I'm not letting that happen. Carter replied, firmly adjusting her IV line. We'll figure something out. The tension escalated when Carter was summoned to the Federation command tent. Inside, a stern-faced officer named Captain Vagrant waited, flanked by two heavily armed guards. The air was thick with authority and mistrust.
Medic Jones Vaggran began his voice cold. We've received reports of an alien in your care, one that doesn't belong in this camp care to explain.
She's a patient. Carter replied evenly found her on the battlefield. She was dying, the grand's eyes narrowed, and you decided to bring her here, endangering everyone else in the process.
She's not a threat. Carter said, his tone hardening, she's injured, not dangerous. Vigrand leaned forward, his voice dropping.
Do you know what she is? Jones, she'sarinthian royalty, a political pawn? Do you think her people will thank us for saving her? No, they'll see it as interference and we'll all pay the price. Carter's jaw tightened, but he held his ground. She's not a pawn, she's a person and I'm not handing her over. Vigrin's lip curled in disdain. You don't have a choice you have until tomorrow to turn her over. If you don't, we'll take her ourselves.
Carter returned to the medical tent, his mind racing. Larala was sitting up now, her strength returning faster than expected thanks to his treatments. When she saw his expression, her own darkened, they know, don't they, she asked softly. They know enough, carter admitted sitting beside her and they want to take you. Use you. Laralla's gaze dropped, her voice trembling. It's what everyone does, even my own people, not me, carter said firmly, we're getting out of here. Lorala looked up, her eyes, widening leave. How they'll hunt us, let them try. Carter said. Determination hardening his voice. I'll figure something out, but I need you to trust me for a moment, she hesitated, then she nodded. I trust you. The camp was quiet under the cover of darkness, and that the sounds of machinery and distant explosions muffled. By the night. Carter had spent the day gathering supplies, a field stretcher, medical kits, rations, and a stolen daappad with access to the camp's security system. Every move was calculated, every risk weighed. Lorala, though still frail, insisted on walking.
I won't slow you down, she said. Her voice steadier than before. Carter shook his head. You're not slowing me down, but if you need to rest, we stop understood. She nodded and together they slipped out of the tent. The perimeter of the camp was guarded by patrols and automated turrets.
Carter's stolen daappa allowed him to disable the closest turrets, but they still had to avoid the patrols. Each step through the shadowy terrain was fraught with tension, the glow of searchlights sweeping dangerously close.
As they neared the edge of the camp, a patrol of three soldiers appeared, their voices cutting through the quiet another Dead Zone scan Sector 4. One of them grumbled. Nothing ever happens here. Carter pressed Laralla against the rocky wall, motioning for her to stay silent. The soldiers passed within feet of them, their boots crunching on the loose gravel. Laralla's breathing was steady, her trust in Carter unwavering. When the patrol moved on. Carter exhaled Softly, let's go. They reached the outskirts of the camp, where an old supply vehicle was parked, a small rickety transport that Carter had repaired in secret. As they climbed aboard, the alarm sounded the camp had discovered larala's absence go. Larala urged, gripping the edge of the vehicle. As the engine roared to life. Carter floored the accelerator, the transport lurching forward behind them. Searchlights lit up the night and shouts Rang out as soldiers gave chase in faster, more advanced vehicles hold on. Carter shouted, navigating the rocky terrain with reckless precision. The transport bounced and jolted, but he kept it steady, weaving through narrow paths that the larger vehicles couldn't follow.
Lola glanced back her expression, a mix of fear and awe, you're insane, probably. Carter admitted a grin breaking through his focus, but it's working. The pursuit intensified as the Federation vehicles unleashed drones, their metallic forms zipping through the air with deadly precision. Carter swerved to avoid their fire, the transport barely holding together under the strain. We can't outrun them forever. Lurala said, her voice urgent. I don't plan to. Carter replied. He pointed to a narrow canyon ahead. See that gap hold on tight. The transport hurtled toward the canyon, the walls narrowing dangerously. The drones hesitated their systems. Struggling to navigate the tight space. Carter pushed the vehicle to its limits, skimming past jagged rocks and avoiding a fatal collision by inches. As they emerged on the other side, the drones crashed into the canyon walls behind them, their destruction lighting up the night, the Federation vehicles halted at the canyon's entrance. Unable to follow. We did it. Larala whispered, her voice filled with disbelief.
Carter slowed the transport, his breathing heavy but steady, we're not out of the woods yet, but it's a start. They stopped in a secluded grove far from the camp, the faint glow of dawn breaking over the horizon. Carter checked laralla's condition, ensuring she hadn't worsened during the escape. To his relief, she seemed stronger, her glow faint but steady, why are you doing this? She asked her gaze, searching his.
Carter met her eyes, his voice steady because you deserve to live, not as a pawn, not as a curse, but as who you are. Tears welled in loralla's eyes, and for the first time, she allowed herself to believe in the possibility of hope. Thank you. Carter. He smiled, his resolve firm, we're just getting started. The narrow escape from the Federation camp was only the beginning of Carter and laralla's perilous journey.
Word of their flight spread rapidly, sparking a galaxy-wide manhunt. As a disgraced royal. Loralla was seen as either a threat or an asset, depending on who pursued her. To the Federation, she was a liability, and to Thearinthian royal court she was a loose thread that needed cutting, their stolen transport groaned and sputtered as they navigated an uncharted Stanfield. Seeking refuge. Carter had plotted a course to a fringe space station known for harboring outlaws and fugitives. Haven's End. Lorala sat in the cop-piott's seat, her once dull scales now glimmering faintly under the dim cabin lights. Though her strength had returned, the weight of their pursuit was evident in her tense posture. They'll never stop hunting me, she said quietly. Her gaze fixed on the stars ahead. They'll have to catch us first, carter replied, his tone steady. Despite the exhaustion in his eyes. Lorala glanced at him, her expression softening.
Why do you keep risking everything for me? You could have left me behind. Carter's grip tightened on the controls because I couldn't. You were abandoned, left for dead. I've seen enough of that in this galaxy to know it's wrong. Her lips curved into a faint smile. You're different Carter humans. You surprise me. Before he could respond, the ship's proximity alarm blared. Carter's eyes flicked to the radar, where several blips rapidly closed in on their position. Federation Scouts. He muttered, strap in.
Haven's End loomed ahead a sprawling maze of jagged metal and neon lights suspended in the void. The station's chaotic design made it an ideal hiding spot, but its lawless nature also posed a risk. Carter piloted the transport into the station's labyrinthine docking bay, weaving through narrow corridors as the Federation ships followed the station's inhabitants. A mix of smugglers, traders, and bounty hunters watched the pursuit with interest. Some cheered, others placed bets, and a few prepared to capitalize on the chaos. We need to lose them in the lower levels. Carter said. Guiding the transport into a dimlylit sector filled with derelict ships and floating debris. Loralla's hands gripped the console as the transport dodged a hail of plasma Frere. This station, it feels dangerous.
Everywhere is dangerous, carter replied with a grim smile, but here at least we've got shadows to hide in. Using the debris to his advantage. Carter executed a daring maneuver, cutting the transport's engines and letting it drift. The pursuing ships overshot their target, giving Carter enough time to dive into a hidden docking bay. As the transport settled. Carter powered down the ship and turned to Laralla, stay close. This place isn't friendly. The lower levels of haven's End were a stark contrast to the station's glittering upper tears. The air was thick, with the smell of oil and smoke, and the dim lighting cast long, eerie shadows. Carter led Laralla through the crowded corridors, his hand resting on the weapon at his side. They approached a small, dimlylit workshop where carter's old contact. Terran Veeck, tinkered with a disassembled droid. Terran was a wiry alien with sharp features and an even sharper tongue, known for his knack for fixing anything and for keeping secrets for the right price.
Carter Jones Tartan drawl, not looking up from his work, didn't think i'd see you again. What's the catch this time? Carter stepped forward, his voice low. We need a new ship and away off this station quietly, tartan finally looked up, his eyes narrowing at Laralla and who's the glow stick? Larala bristled, but Carter placed a calming hand on her arm. She's with me. Can you help or not? Tarred leaned back, rubbing his chin i can, but it'll cost you name your price. Carter said. Terran smirked the usual credits and may a favor down the line. Carter hesitated but nodded deal. With terran's help. Carter and Larala secured a small but reliable ship, a sleek vessel outfitted with stealth capabilities. As Terran worked to finalize the modifications. Carter and Larala waited in the shadows of the workshop. You trust him. Larala asked her voice. Laced with doubt, carter sighed. I trust him enough. He's helped me before.
Larala didn't look convinced people like him, they always want something more. Before Carter could respond, the sound of approaching footsteps caught their attention. A group of armed bounty hunters entered the workshop, their leader, a scarred Xarinthian male, smirking as he spotted Laralla well, well, the leader drawl the lost Princess, alive and glowing, you'll fetch a fine price. Tarred emerged from the shadows, his hands raised, relax, everyone, no need for violence, just business. Carter's stomach dropped.
Terran, you sold us out. Terran shrugged his expression, unapologetic. A princess is worth more than a few credits. Carter, nothing personal. The bounty hunters advanced their weapons. Trained on Larala. Carter stepped in front of her, his own weapon drawn. You're making a mistake. Carter said, his voice cold. Let us walk away and no one gets hurt. The leader laughed. You think you can stop us human, stand aside or we take you both. Before the bounty hunters could act. Laralla stepped forward, her scales glowing with an intensity that filled the workshop with light. The hunters hesitated, momentarily blinded, and Carter seized the opportunity. He fired a precise shot, disarming the leader and sending the others into disarray. Laralla's glowintensified, and with a sharp motion of her hand, she unleashed a burst of energy that knocked the remaining hunters off their feet.
Carter grabbed her arm, pulling her toward the ship as Terran shouted. Protests behind them, you'll regret this. Tartan yelled, but Carter didn't look back. They boarded the ship. Carter activating its engines as Larala collapsed into the coppiott's seat, her glow dimming from the effort. The vessel roared to life and they launched from the docking bay, evading the station's defenses and vanishing into the void. As the ship stabilized in hyperspace. Carter turned to laralla.
That was impressive. Are you okay? Lara nodded her breathing, steadying.
I didn't know I could do that. It felt natural. Carter smiled faintly. Good thing, it worked. La Rolla met his gaze, her expression softening. You risked everything for me again. Why.
Carter hesitated, then said simply because you're worth it for the first time. Laralla smiled, a genuine radiant smile that lit up the small cabin in that moment. Despite the danger and uncertainty ahead, they both felt a flicker of hope. Together they had survived once more, and together they would face whatever came next. Carter and laralla's stolen ship sped through hyperspace, the infinite streaks of light outside the viewport, a constant reminder of the fragile respite they had gained. Their destination was ariath's Cradle, a hidden sanctuary deep within a nebula. Carter had learned about it from Old comrades, an uncharted planet where outcasts and fugitives found safety. Loralla sat in the coppiott's seat, her gaze distant as she watched the swirling lights. Though her physical wounds had healed. Carter could see the weight of her emotional scars. Her glow, though brighter, now still carried an undertone of weariness. You'll like ariath's cradle. Carter said. Breaking the silence, it's peaceful. Lorala turned to him a faint smile, tugging at her lips.
Peaceful sounds like a myth. Carter chuckled softly, it does, but sometimes myths turn out to be real. As they exited hyperspace, the nebula's vibrant colors engulfed them. The ship's sensors pinged, guiding them through the dense, shimmering clouds to the hidden planet below. Arriath's cradle came into view, a lush world of sprawling forests, crystalline rivers, and skies painted in hues of violet and gold. It's beautiful, larala murmured, her eyes wide, carter nodded and hidden. We'll be safe here, at least for a while. The ship landed in a clearing near the edge of a dense forest. As they stepped out, the air was warm and fragrant, filled with the sounds of alien wildlife. Larala's glow seemed to brighten in the sunlight, her scales shimmering with a beauty that made carter's breath catch, feels like another world entirely, she said. Her voice, filled with wonder.
That's the point. Carter replied with a small smile, let's set up camp. We'll need to stay off the grid. As they worked together to establish a base. Carter marveled at how far Loralla had come. She moved with renewed strength, her once fragile frame now steady and confident. Despite the looming threats, there was a spark in her eyes that hadn't been there before, a spark of hope. Their peace was short-lived. A week after their arrival, the familiar hum of engines shattered the tranquility. Federation ships had tracked them through the nebula, their warships descending like predators circling their prey. They found us. Lorala said, her voice steady. Despite the fear in her eyes. Carter grabbed his rifle and activated the ship's limited Defense systems.
Then we fight. The Federation forces landed in the clearing, their soldiers advancing in formation. Carter and Larala retreated to higher ground, using the dense forest for cover. As the first wave approached. Carter fired precise shots, taking down soldiers with practiced efficiency. Larala, her glow intensifying, summoned the strange energy within her once more. With a flick of her hand, she created a barrier of light that deflected incoming fire. The soldiers hesitated their confusion, giving Carter and Larala an opening. You've gotten good at that. Carter said, grinning, despite the chaos. I've had a good teacher. Lorala replied, her tone carrying a rare warmth. As the battle raged on, reinforcements arrivedarinthian soldiers loyal to laralla's treacherous uncle. They had come to finish what the coup had started. Laralla's gaze hardened as she saw them. This ends here, she said. Stepping forward. Carter grabbed her arm. You don't have to face them alone. She looked at him her expression, resolute. I do, but not without you together.
They advanced toward Thearinthians. Laralla's glow became blinding, her energy erupting in waves that disrupted the enemy's formation. Carter fought beside her, his rifle providing cover as she unleashed her newfound power. Thearinthian commander, a towering figure clad in ornate armor, stepped forward, his voice dripping with disdain. You should have died on the battlefield, princess, and yet here I stand, lorna replied, her voice unwavering, your cruelty doesn't make you strong. It makes you weak. The commander sneered and charged Laralla met him head-on, her glow flaring. As their forces clashed. Carter covered her, picking off enemy soldiers who tried to flank her. Together they fought as won their bond unshakable.
As the last of the enemy forces fell, the battlefield grew silent. Laralla stood over the fallen commander, her glow. Now steady and radiant. Carter approached his rifle lowered, but his guard still up. You did it, he said. His voice filled with quiet pride. We did it. Lorna corrected her eyes, meeting his. The remaining Federation soldiers retreated, unwilling to face the wrath of a princess who had reclaimed her power. News of the battle spread quickly, sparking whispers across the galaxy of a royal heir who had survived betrayal and risen stronger than ever. In the aftermath. Carter and Laralla returned to areriath's cradle, their bonds stronger than ever. The Sanctuary became a place of refuge for others seeking freedom, a new beginning for those who had been cast aside. One evening, under the planet's vibrant skies. Laralla turned to Carter, you've given me more than my life back. You've given me hope.
Carter smiled his hand resting on hers and you've shown me what it means to fight for something greater. As they watched the stars, they knew their journey was far from over, but together they were ready to face whatever the galaxy had in store. Their story was no longer one of survival. It was one of defiance, redemption and a love that transcended worlds.
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